Like this:

I’ll wait for you, she says; as he boards another plane, takes another trip, goes for another ride, lays his head down for the night. I’ll wait for you, she reminds him. She smiles as she does. She used to hate to wait, but she does so out of love.

He is a mover, always on the go. She admittedly moves much more slow. He is gone now, away again. Another trip, someplace beautiful. She is waiting, waking, working, writing, sleeping, breathing, and waiting some more. She sits for hours sometimes, waiting for a bleep of the phone.

How long she’ll wait, she cannot say. She may wait forever, or she may wait one more day. Either way, and however it may go, she will wait as long as her heart tells her so. Right now she is waiting, for a kiss goodnight. She is waiting for a “let’s snuggle in tight”. She is waiting for dreams to carry her away, so she can start the waiting over again, tomorrow day.

I have always admired Devonne’s writing, art, and musical posts. She has no trouble saying what is on her mind, whether that be calling someone out on their shit, or crying out to a friend in need. Her fearlessness is what first drew my attention, what has kept me coming back time and again, and the reason I knew we would be a great duet team. If you don’t already know her site, please take the time to explore. She is brilliant, and I love her.

So you like to watch.

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When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. - Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet